Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 74: Sweet torture.

*~ Caspian’s POV~*

"Fine. What do you want?" I spat, my voice sharp. "Just stay away from me, you heartless monster."

Her face didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch of guilt or pain. I was waiting for it—for a glimpse of the woman I once knew. The one who used to call Cayden a monster with real hatred in her eyes. Maybe if I said it to her face, perhaps if I called her what she feared most... it would snap her out of this.

But she didn’t flinch.

She smirked.

"Will you still call me a monster," she purred, her voice like silk and sin, "when you’re deep inside me, tugging my hair, your size stretching me open while you growl like you did that night?"

I froze. Flabbergasted. Her words wrapped around me like a noose.

And then...God help me...she moved. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers lifted to the hem of her gown. My heart thudded. No. No, not now.

She slipped one sleeve down, then the other, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder, her collarbone. I swallowed. Hard. A heat swirled low in my stomach, tightening, roaring. Don’t react. Don’t give in.

But my body betrayed me.

The gown slid lower, past her breasts, exposing her black lace bra, until it fluttered to her knees and pooled at her feet. Now she stood before me in nothing but that bra and matching panties. Her skin glowed. Her figure slender, soft, and dangerous was carved like a siren meant to destroy men.

"Now," she whispered, stepping out of her dress completely. "Come to me, Caspian. And don’t hold back. Growl for me. Just like you did earlier ... I need to fuck the angry version of you tonight."

"Hazel." My chest heaved. " You don’t want to do this."

"Oh, but I do." Her voice was velvet. Certain.

"Then I don’t." My voice cracked. Correct content is on NovelFire

Her gaze dropped. "Are you sure?" she asked, eyes flicking toward my crotch.

I followed her stare.

Shit.

My length was already hard, pressing against the fabric, betraying everything my mouth just said. My cheeks flamed red. What the hell is happening to me?

She smiled, catlike and wicked, and sauntered toward me. Her hips swayed, deliberate and slow. When she reached me, her arms wrapped gently around my neck, fingers threading into my hair.

"Don’t worry," she whispered, pressing her lips just beside my ear, her breath hot. "I’m your wife. It’s perfectly normal for married couples to explore... new desires."

No. This isn’t normal.

this

tasked with flipping them back on. Not when the world around us is chaos and she—this

was. Standing frozen. Watching

slid up to her bra strap—slow, seductive, like she knew every move was

"Wait. Please... don’t."

My voice cracked.

my temple. I didn’t know why, but my body... my body was betraying me.

hers now. I wasn’t

wanted to

to the wall. To hear her gasp as I filled her. To

those breasts

taste her. To bury my face between her thighs until she screamed my name and shattered back into herself—emotionally, mentally, spiritually—like I could bring her soul back through pleasure

wouldn’t.

voice like velvet soaked in

took off

my chest dropped—hard and

full and proud, nipples already

she pressed them

she whispered. "Kiss me. Pleasure me. It’s been so

her eyes

she purred, tilting her head, "I’ll ask Cayden instead. And you know he won’t hold

jaw clenched. Rage.

please," she said again, softer this time. "My body’s begging for you. Kiss me,

when I thought I might still have

steps matched the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat. Slow. Heavy.

She reached for me.

grazed mine. Her touch was soft, maddeningly warm. She lifted my hand and without hesitation placed

Soft. Full. Bare.

my touch like she’d

thick with need. "I need the rage you

smirk as she leaned in,

to fix me?" she asked. "Then fuck the emotions back into me. Fuck the hell out of me. Bring me to the edge. Over and over.

might be the only thing strong enough to reach what’s left of her. To awaken something

was the only

was the

grip on her

I murmured darkly, dragging her

voice to a